The rain, drifts away from the sun.I see a blue jay on the run.I slowly walk up to him.“Why aren’t you on that limb?”

I point at the tree.The blue jay looks at me.“Why I just got back…”He pulls out a snack.

I then realize, that sassy jayate my dessert tray.I stare, frown at that guy…He smiles, squawks and away he flies…

Fish On!Pole in my hand, I skip to the lake.I want fish for my dinner, not steak.I reach the shore and cast line.Ker plunk! Waves ripple and shine.I stare out at the water, wait and wait.Quick, I reel in my line and check the bait.Casting out again, I wait for a bite.Wham! I yank my pole up with all my might.“Fish on!” I yell, twisting and reeling in that fish.“Yay, cool!” Now I have a fish for my dinner dish.

Time to Play“Frahk, frahk,” croaks Blue heron pond side,Staring, strutting along rocks with pride.Beware fish I’ve flown in for a bite.Fish flick their tails and take flight. Under rocks, in plants, fish fleeFireworks sparkle, spatter, spreeBlue heron pecks, prods, pullsFrustrated, fooled, silence lullsBlue heron is gone, time to play. Come out all what do you say?No more hide and seek…time for freeze tag.Let’s swim relays and play, capture the flag.So the fish played, jumped, and leaped beyondThey swam and swam all over the pond.

Hello Young Authors,We’ve discussed upping the ante in our stories. 1. Character: A big fat frog2. Setting: Outside, a log, water, brush, hillside3. Problem: Here’s the fun part-our frog has been stuck on a log for as long as anyone can remember. Of course, come up with your own problem…4. Three situations: Put our frog into three situations and try to solve his problem.5. Climax: What is going to happen to the frog? Keep the reader in suspense! 6. Ending: Did the frog solve his problem? Is it a happy, sad, scary ending?Here's my Dad's story: THE LEGEND OF THE FROGS ON THE LOGS There are many strange things in this world, dark things, things that come in your dreams and stay awhile so when you awake you see the moving shadows in the dark that look like screams. What does a scream look like; maybe one will come visit you tonight. Opps, I am so sorry if I gave you a shiver, there is nothing in this story to be afraid of, is there? Deep in the dark woods there is a pond, surrounded by very old trees whose branches hang down over it, not allowing the sun to touch it. The water is the color of dirty green, as if the gooiest mud was mixed with the green of the faded fall leaves. The water is very still with bugs flitting over the surface, never quite landing as if they are afraid of what lies beneath. Floating on the pond is a log that has floated there as long as time remembers and on the log sits a very old, very fat frog. The frog is so old that it is covered in wrinkles and so fat its scaly green sides hang over the log, almost touching the water but not quite because, you see, it knows what lies below. For as long as long remembers the frog has set on his log. Slllippp, oh excuse me. Frogs get hungry to and a juicy bug is too much to pass up and our frog never passes up a tasty morsel that may fly too close.

A Bunny RitualA bunny appears on the edge of blackberry brambles.He sniffs the misty air, noses the mossy ground. He amblescautiously along the thicket. He hops twice, stops,wags his cotton tail with a twitch of his ears, something pops.Brush, brambles, and branches are tossed aside,and bunny hops enthusiastically into a hole to hide.Bunny peeps his nose out from his refuge,frozen blending brown, a rushing deluge.Two figures appear, brushing debris from their hair,A little girl leans her head forward and stares. She points and puts her fingers to her lips.A little boy stops in his tracks and almost trips.The bunny stretches from paw to paw,wiggling his ears, slowly withdraws.Little bunny’s eyes smiles, pauses and with a dash,sprints between the two and is gone in a flash...

What is this Circus 101?I tell my students what we’re going to do today.They fidget, moan, groan, squirm and sway.Bobby growls like a bear, “Grrrrrr.”Harriet pulls her hair, “Oooooo.”Gretchen grimaces like a goat, “Maaaaaw.”Billy sounds like a horn of a boat, "Hoooonk.”Dell’s in the corner quacks like a duck, “Quaaack.”Travis sounds like a dump truck, “Rrrrrrrrrr.”Shelly bleats like a dying sheep, “Baaaaaawaaa.”Anthony pretends to be asleep, “Zzzzzzzz.”Cappy calls like a cow, “Maooooo.”Selma makes a giraffe sound somehow, “????????”Frank sirens like a police force, “Whooooohooo.”Heather wheezes like a horse, “Neighhay.” “Okay, okay what do you want to do?” I say.The kids jump in the air and yell, “We want to play.”Hip Hip Hooray!!!!!!!!!